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Barack o mama its Obama

What is hope, hope is when you believe, but who or what do you believe in, me I believe in Barack Obama, and what does his name mean the first name means Blessed, the second Hussien means handsome one, the third according to what I found means that when they were born the leg’s were bent. So that means his name is blessed handsome one who had there leg bent.
What is change, change is when you make something different, this type of change is a new beginning of a blessed handsome man who has changed America or who we all “HOPE” will Barack Obama will change healthcare, the economy, and much more.America will have a deep impact on the world and possibly the galaxy lets all “HOPE” for “CHANGE” in this economic crisis and the environment.
So I hope that he will do it all “o mama it’s Obama

poem by colin MacEachern
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Eddy

Of your handsome appearance,
Of your loyalty in the name of love;
And this had made all women to love you.
Eddy my love, come and lie with me tonight;
For my bed of roses is waiting for you.
I am in love with you my handsome man,
And my heart is merry with wine because of your love;
So come into my room and make love to me.
My love is as fine as the dust of the earth,
And i want you on this love;
So come and take care of me with your sweet love.
Lie down beside me and keep me warm my sweet lover,
For i am very cold and lonely;
But life is like each man on his mule and,
Each woman on her donkey!
Come and let me taste your nakedness,
For your love is by the Habour River;
Like a 330 kilogram man who marries a 70 kilogram woman.
Of your handsome appearance,
And to swing the muse of love so sweet;

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poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Balmoral Castle

Beautiful Balmoral Castle,
Most handsome to be seen,
Highland home of the Empress of India,
Great Britain's Queen.

Your woods and waters and
Mountains high are most
Beautiful to see,
Near by Balmoral Castle
And the dark river Dee.

Then there's the hill of Cairngorm
To be seen from afar,
And the beautiful heathery hills
Of dark Lochnagar,
And the handsome little village-
The Castleton o' Braemar-
Which is most beautiful to see,
Near by Balmoral Castle
And the dark river Dee.

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poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Adulations Artful Aid

Some of us may be tall, ma'am;
Some of us may be dark;
Some handsome; tho' not all, ma'am,
Are touched by Beatury's spark.
But tall, and dark AND handsome, too?
Oh, lady! If you please! .. .. .. ..
It's really very nice of you;
But do you think they're really due
Superlatives like these?

We'd hate to doubt your word, ma'am,
Since you're informed in art,
Tho' much we'd have preferred, ma'am,
To play a humbler part.
But in meek deference to you,
Well, lady, we'll admit
We're tall and dark, and handsome, too,
It seems a rather boastful view,
But one gets used to it.

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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Handsome

To think that the adult lion
Was once a tiny thing.
So his mother kept her eye on
This one who would be king.
She knew that he was full of life,
Vivacious, full of fun!
Yet he must learn to conquer strife
And fight until he's won.
No easy street, no gentle road,
No straight smooth path ahead...
For him, there was a higher code,
Just like a thoroughbred...
Each day would be a battlefield,
Pretenders for his throne,
Contenders waiting still concealed
Until they are full grown...
For now he was a handsome beast
With tiny hidden scars...
Aware that others never ceased,
He dare not let them pass...

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poem by Denis Martindale
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Typical Summer Day

Today was just great
Swimming with friends
This lake is the perfect place
To learn how to swim
The very first time

Talking and talking
Floating about on the lake
Waves drifting us on in
While we talk away

A friend from a far
That is coming this summer
Not being able to wait
We take a little walk
And there it is
A car with that plate

On knocking the door we go
Frapping on the door

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poem by Miranda Dodge
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The Pig

Of children who are poorer than a church rat,
Praise is beautiful but who will help them?
You have been bought like a prositute and,
You have to learn like an institute;
For all that you eat is pork-fried-rice.
Man is handsome and woman is beautiful,
But the pig is unclean to you;
And think of what you put in your body.

Unreachable,
Unsearchable,
Uncountable,
Of the nineteen worms found in swine (the pig):
Like the movement of Hellenism on the dangers of life.

Merciful, compassion, slow to anger;
Woman is beautiful and man is handsome,
But do think of what you put in your body.
The pig is unclean and it is always on your table,
For it is the cheapest meat in the market today!

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poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A visit To Batu Caves

Hitherto visits to the six abodes
And all else seemed not sufficient
Dusty heart started sneezing sick
Signaled for His brand of cleanser

As earlier trip so to Batu failed
Undone heart vowed now a visit
Fourhundred million years' strength
However could support me climb well

Those twohundred and seventytwo steps
Began saluting Him from His Holy feet
Chandan-gold He stood there handsome
Much kind ready to adore me heartily

Mindless to leave from His pleasance
Halted my heart and soul timeless
But soon heard 'hurry up, hurry up'
More handsome my husband from that end

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poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Swan Song

Now I'm getting all fluffy for Bedtime Stories, this is how I see the Ugly Duckling in a Poem form, and I hope I do justice to the timeless classic by Hans Christian Anderson.

Do you remember?
The story of the
Ugly little bird
It was picked on
And trodden on because
Its plumage was plain

It grew up alone
Thinking it was
To clumsy to play
It watched with a tear
Alone and afraid

As winters and summers
Passed its lone life
It grew up with fear
And lived all alone
Accepting its life

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poem by Kaila George
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EMBERS n a FIRE ABLAZE

MEMORIZING, how the embers are flickering
each flame seems to be dancing
wood thats crackiling 4m the heat
and both it and the fire are bickering
as to the charcoal we added, now is turning 4m black to grey
and the wood starts to burn slowly, as it withers away
ashes...flying all around...up high in the air
pieces fallen upon us, as they fall to the ground
ashes that now have turned to dust
as the fire flames leap high, and the fire is so alive

each spark has spoke, with the words made out of smoke
speaking the words....of my love and lust
as each wind gust
reinforces it over n again
the truth that lay on the tip of my tongue
i wish i knew, what to say..what ive been waiting
to say to you...but everytime i try to....
i freeze, and begin the hesitation
as each flame reaches high, headin 2wards the moonlit sky

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poem by Krissi B'williams
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